wish you were here

When I was a little girl, and sometimes even now, I would lose my compass and tilt ever so slightly until my shoulder drooped and bumped against the person standing beside me. As a child, it was often my sister whom I fell into. She'd forgive me, give me a shove or a budge, and we'd be okay, she and I. I berated her, negated her, envied her, pittied her, pinched, hugged, winked, poked, brushed, loved, charmed, swarmed, hit, bit, lept with, crept with, rolled, bowled, and scolded her. We dreamed a thousand dreams out loud on our backs in the darkness with our eyes wide open and our lives soaring clumsily with the nightbugs above our heads. I could love her and hate her and she'd be my big sister just the same. She gave me skater boys to hang with, Zepplin and Pink Floyd to roll with, and fireflies to light the world....

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